By deevaa
Date: 16 May 2000
a beautiful morning revisited
The sun rises in my rear vision mirror
and my mind flashes back to a poem I once wrote.
A poem about a beautiful morning -- a morning, much like this,
floating fragments of poetry that remind me of you,
Fragments of boyfriends and lovers
that have faded in my memory -- yet yours still makes a slow,
lazy smile, wash across my face.
My smile you told me once, is as beautiful as the sun in the winter,
and as passionate as your lips on my nipple
and is as
beautiful as this beautiful morning.
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[beautiful morning]
By deevaa
5 July 1999
I have swapped my 15 minute bus ride for a 30 minute commute.
As I drove into the city this beautiful winter morning,
I noticed (maybe for the first time) how lovely this city is.
My head sang with fragments of a poem I wanted to form
into something as beautiful as what I could see.
I had a boyfriend once, who always said my name
like he was mad at me. Even when we made love.
Its true I did. But I couldn't make it as pretty
as the sparkling blue ocean against which the motorway curved.
I had a lover once who said my name like a caress,
rolling it over his lips, like it was my nipple.
Which is also true, but not as passionate as glowing orange
sunrise that was crept over the hills in my rearvision mirror.
I have loved a beautiful man, who said my name like it was his.
Maybe that was as beautiful as this beautiful morning.
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